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Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today

Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say

Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost

Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
If love is a game to you,

I choose not to play.
 Aug 6 Elizabeth Beaman
RJ
Tonight, the moon hangs soft and wide
A silver hush across the tide
She doesn’t speak, but still she hears
The quiet weight of all our years

She knows the ones who dream too loud
And those who vanish in the crowd
She watches lovers drift apart
And still believes in every heart

A mirror lit with borrowed light
She turns the dark to something bright
Not blazing, no — she simply glows
And somehow that’s enough, she knows

So if you’re lost or feel unseen
Look up, the sky is not so mean
The moon is patient, calm, and true
And every night, she waits for you
You wanted me to lose myself in you                                                              ­      but  that was because you needed my strength too                                   Couldn't  stand on your own for too long                                                making up the rules as you dragged me along                                      Down  playing my sacrifices, my self-worth                                             making  sure  my life was hell on earth                                                            ­Then  you used that instilled insecurity                                                to  feed  your sense of grandiosity                                                      ­                 You  were an accomplished liar                                                             ­my  heart and soul under direct fire                                        but  luckily  you always treated me                                                               ­     like  I was nothing more than your Plan B                                                    To  be used and then discarded                                                        ­            your  love isn't for the fainthearted
Love with a narcissist. One sided, painful, unfulfilling.
Serene are the stars
that lights the past
Timeless, a love
held close to the heart
~
The day cradles Night to sleep,
For even the stars need to rest.
So sleep, seraphic beauty,
You've long endured life’s test.

~
For everyone going through a tough time,
You are more than enough
Hope migrates to
sunny island shores.
There is no sorrow,
roses always bloom,
and the birds of paradise
fly forever free.
The salty ocean
cleanses the rot
from the skin
and the heart.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cz70MOS_JX8
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read from my three recently published books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and, Sleep Always Calls, all are available on Amazon.
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